From the moment Daniel entered the Femdom Dungeon, he knew that this wasn't just another kinky BDSM club. It was the real deal. There were no fancy decorations or playful lighting to set the mood. It was a cold and hostile-looking warehouse with makeshift partition walls to create isolated areas. Fierce women in lavish outfits led naked men across the hard concrete floor by their leashes. Their condescending faces showed no signs of mercy for the exhausted men crawling behind them, desperately trying to keep up.
One of the secluded areas he passed by looked like a small kitchen with a dinner table, a fridge, and a microwave. Carefully peeking through the small entrance, he saw a curvy woman with long, curly blonde hair sitting at the table having dinner. But instead of sitting on the chair, she sat on a naked man's face, whose arms were chained to the legs of the chair. Her green alpine dress was lifted up, revealing her naked buttocks enveloping his face. The man grunted and twisted his body as the heavy woman calmly enjoyed her meal, completely oblivious to his struggle. His head was completely trapped between the surface of the chair and her large bottom. The relentless rattling of the chains intensified as the suffocating man started to panic.
"Will you shut up? I am trying to eat in peace," she scolded him, reaching for the whip on the table. With swift movements and cruel precision, she started lashing out to discipline her living chair. The man helplessly pulled on his chains and screamed his pain into her unyielding behind. Daniel couldn't help but flinch at the violent movements of the whip digging into the poor man's naked flesh.
"Who are you?" A stern voice suddenly caught him off guard.
After nervously turning around, Daniel saw a young woman with long black hair sizing him up. The small lady was wearing a tightly fitting red dress and elegant black gloves.
"I am new here. I was just looking around." Daniel stammered nervously, his eyes wandering around in an attempt to escape her intense, arresting gaze.
"I see," she replied with a serious face. "Remove your clothes."
Flustered by her directness, Daniel blushed as he struggled for words. "Do you mean right here or..."
Without warning, the petite but assertive lady slapped Daniel's face, interrupting his question.
"You will only respond to me with 'Yes, Miss Alice'." she ordered with calm intensity. "Do you understand?"
Daniel froze in shock and awe for the young lady's confidence.